Daughters of the Nile

Hyperactive Princess

Hey guys! This chapters short, I had severe writers block which sucked. 😒 I know where I want this story to go but I'm having a bit of trouble getting there. The next chapter will really get the story going and hopefully flesh out the characters better. I wanted the first few chapters to be from Carmen's point of view and to really get a feel of who she is.
Without further ado~

I hope that in the last few years I've matured. I suppose even when you've lived a life before your still childish in some ways. I've worked to develop some kind of relationship with my mother and father, it's not the 'love all give all' relationship Carol has with them, but I'd say we're rather close.

When schooling began for my age group I very quickly found myself antsy. Children were everywhere, touching everything, and eating everything. When I saw a young boy eat a tube of glitter glue I just about passed out and begged my parents to let me skip a grade. In my past, I'd developed a rather peculiar view on children. I could tolerate them but believed that unless I had a child of my own I'd probably never like having them around. So with the idea of being surrounded by brats as they developed, made mistakes, and underwent puberty I was entirely motivated to skip grades a few times.

Making sure to study the material seriously, even for the simple tests, I portrayed a studious and talented daughter to my parents. Which in hindsight may have been the beginning of my strained relationship with Carol, especially after I caught up with her in elementary and passed her by soon after. I didn't do it to be cruel or because of pride but rather because I just couldn't redo the years of early education I'd undergone before. It wasn't possible for me to be happy there knowing I was an adult surrounded by children, I didn't want to be responsible for interfering with what they could have been.

As my high school years came and went I grew into a rather adorable pre-teen if I do say so myself. Sure I was often ostracized and teased because of my age but I accepted even backhanded compliments and returned any cutting words I received. When I became a senior my parents and counselors pestered me non-stop about what my aspirations in life were and where I saw myself in twenty-to-forty years. My aversions to growing up stood strong and I may have melted my father's heart when I asked if I could just stay with them forever without growing up. Of course, mother is quite serious about raising me to be a successful member of society and introduced me to plenty of professions that were available. When I'd finally graduated High School I gathered my family still dressed in my graduation gown and stated that I'd go into medicine so long as I got a few years to play around and be a kid. With the help of Ryan, Rody and our father I managed to convince mom that it would be completely fine to take a break.

I quickly settled into a relaxed lifestyle where my only worries were whether Carol's childishness would survive the real world and bemoaning the era of gamers that was decades away. Since I was no longer restricted by school, Father then convinced me to travel with him instead. In my previous life, I didn't have the opportunity to see the world or live frivolously so I took every moment that came to me and ran with it.